Desensitize the conscience dies Here’s to your callous thighs Here’s to your cold sore lips Here’s to your circus ride hips Here’s to my clammy cold hands I feel like a no woman’s land You tried to purchase plot A quagmire’s what you got I was in love with defeat It drives a sporadic heartbeat Well you re the addict impurity You and your stoned insecurity Using your boyfriends for rent Fucking them all ‘till their spent Well I can’t judge you lover We are the same undercover I’ve posted the same dark entries as you